3. Stage
do i remind you of someone you think you once knew?
or am i your broken mind, your drowning ophelia in the pool?
i'm a train of thought
i flow like rain
i play fear research games, releasing all my pain.
how can i tell the colour of your eyes when they're both closed?
music makes more sense to me than flowers by a concrete road
leave all your life behind,
toss it to one side and climb higher
them and us is more than a phrase and the truth is fun when you're a liar.
sometimes it seems that all these spirit diamonds aren't made from coal
time spent here in front of you is time spent inside all our souls
where i'm thinking forever
i don't feel used
i'm just not sure who's performing for who: sometimes its me but mostly it's you.
in the labrynth landscapes in our mind, we build our shelters deep and hide
forgetting that what we are frightened of, doesn't live outside.
i'm a second of your life
i will not die
you clip your own wings, too afraid to soar, too scared to try.
Mid-January 1990, London
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